Focus

By Natalie F., Oak Park, MI

I want to be happy Not only for myself, but for the people so close It’s hard not being envious Even miserable When I write, I come to life Letting go of all my despair And opening my soul I write for the people I love Or, the person I love the most He wants me happy, He want s me to be me Well, depressing is me Only on paper My writing is a candle Burning intensively to a scorching passion It will die, only to become a glow in the night And I know it I just have to accept it It’s not as if I don’t have people to write for It just makes me sad too Even if I focus on the sad

I can’t focus

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